vines and melons

Chapter 14

Aunt Hua has a habit of dressing up (dressing up) whenever she goes out to talk to a matchmaker.Today, I was working for my benefactor even more attentively. After eating, I put down the bowl and washed my face with soap several times. The water sips on the head, and the fly combing the hair leans on the crutches to break the hips (it can't get up), then the hands run along the cheeks, the forehead and the long hair to the back of the head, and finally, turn After a few rounds, she tied her hair into a bun and put on a hairpin. Next, she painted her eyebrows and put on powder and rouge in front of the mirror. She pulled a piece of red paper and brought it to her mouth. , Squeeze lightly, lips turn red instantly, stretch out and spread evenly with index finger.

Aunt Hua came here looking pretty.

I saw her swinging her little feet, fanning the plantain fan with her hands, her buttocks were a little twisted when she walked because of her small feet, and the pendant on the hairpin trembled with the swaying of her body.

Aunt Hua's nickname is "Shen Nie", as the name suggests, there is no matchmaker that she can't match. Of course, this is not absolute, just like Zhang Guizhi, who has not been successful so far. She probably does not have ten or so.

She walked all the way, thinking all the way: Zhang Guizhi, you are really picky!I'll tell you all these things, but you didn't catch any of them.I know that you are good-looking, so I picked it out and told you, don't tell me you want to marry the emperor!It's a pity that I don't know the emperor!If Principal Fang hadn't asked me, I wouldn't have told you!I don't care if I ask you to be an elder at your parents' parents!
Aunt Hua pushed open the door of Zhang's house, and called out kindly and softly: "Big sister, what are you doing at home?" "I'm here!"

Gui Zhiniang heard it sounded like Aunt Hua's voice, she stepped out of the kiln door, went up to meet her, with a big smile on her face, and said, "Come on, come on, Auntie!"

Aunt Hua's eyebrows were raised, the corners of her mouth curled up to force out a smile, and she said, "Today, I'll be a matchmaker for someone else's family. I'm passing by, so I'll take a look."

Aunt Hua looked around and said, "Big brother went to work? Where did our handsome girl go? Did you find her husband's house?" She knew that Zhang Quanyou's words were harsh, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

"Well, that old man is like a crowing cock, he went to dig in the ground early in the morning." "That damn girl is so picky, she can't get married."

Aunt Hua knows that Gui Zhiniang is the only one at home today, so she doesn't need to care about others.This "old rivers and lakes" has its own way.Knowing that she couldn't go straight to the point, after a short chat, Aunt Hua started to make routines.

"Hey! You said big sister, why doesn't my old man know how to love others?!" Aunt Hua is younger than her.

Gui Zhiniang was also full of resentment towards the old man, so she went along with Aunt Hua.

One intentional, one unintentional.

When the two were complaining in full swing, Aunt Hua changed the subject and said, "Back then, if we found an old man, wouldn't he treat us nicely!" Gui Zhiniang was also younger than Zhang Quanyou.

"maybe!"

At that time, unmarried people in rural areas generally did not seek divorce, which was too cheap.

Gui Zhiniang remembered that Aunt Hua had told her daughter about divorce, and felt underestimated.As soon as the old man came in, she narrated it with regret.

Seal cutting and calligraphy are not separated, Fang Wannian is the most admired and admired person in Zhang Quanyou's life, there is no one.He recalled remembering Juana for years.

In the early years, a large family in the same village got married, and asked Fang Wannian to write and teach customs and etiquette.

After Zhang Quanyou heard about it, he wanted to witness this long-known legend with his own eyes.

That day, Fang Wannian was late, and the host and helpers were looking forward to it.Someone said: "Mr. Fang is here!"

Zhang Quanyou approached him, stunned. Mr. Fang was tall and thin, wearing a top hat and a robe, with a pair of small and deep eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of V-shaped black cloth shoes, and a civilized stick.When approaching, arched his hands and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late..."

Hearing the sound, the master's family immediately turned from anxiety to joy, and hurriedly ordered the helper to make tea and grind ink, and said, "Oh, Mr. Fang, you can't open the stage if you don't come!..."

During the exchange of greetings, Mr. Fang was hugged home, offered to sit down and poured tea.

"Let's get down to business first!" Fang Wannian waved his hand to leave no doubt about it.

The host explained that the case was not written because the space to be written was too large and he didn’t know how to write it properly, and wanted his husband to look at it.

Fang Wannian waved again: No need!He aimed at a flat ground, flattened the red paper, and laid it flat.At this time, someone moved the brush and ink, he lifted up his robe, squatted slightly, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the pen and stroked it on the inkstone a few times, I saw that he moved like flowing water, and wrote like a cloud of smoke, writing while retreating, all in one go .

Everyone praised.Laymen appreciate his courage and freedom, while insiders appreciate his ink marks.Zhang Quanyou was stunned and admired!

Gui Zhiniang complained again, bringing the old man's thoughts back to reality.One size counts for one size, he can’t make fun of his family’s reputation, and said to Gui Zhiniang: “Mr. Still more than ten years older, do you have any children? When you enter the door, you will be a stepmother!"

Gui Zhiniang suddenly remembered that she didn't ask if she had children, but whether she had children had nothing to do with her, and she didn't say anything at all.

(End of this chapter)